Paris Hilton. Some days we come really close to pulling a Lloyd Grove and never speaking of her again. But on those other days her self-absorbed stupidity is so overwhelming we just can't stay away. Or maybe we're just waiting for her to let slip the name of a top-notch coke dealer.
Paris has decided to put her many, many talents to use in designing fashion accessories for her fashion accessories. We're talking about doggy jewelry. She of the orange skin and sickeningly overused catch phrase said, "In addition to my own sense of style, I think a lot of people admire Tinkerbell's look as well, which is why I decided to include a pet collar as part of the new collection." And by "decided" she means forked over some cash so that someone with the use of a full brain could hold up some pictures for her to drunkenly approve.
But her doggy friends do more than make Paris oodles of cash; they're one hell of a distraction from that pesky thing we like to call reality. Paris was nearly hit by a car recently when she was out walking one of her pooches. (Of course we use the word walking quite loosely, as we're sure the purse-residing canines no longer harbor any muscle mass in their scrawny little legs.) As the heiress held her dog and yawped away on her cell phone, she nearly avoided a collision with a car and jumped onto the sidewalk only to nearly knock down a little old lady. A witness reported granny's response: "She told her to put the 'damn phone' away and that if she were her daughter she'd have given her a good hiding." We're guessing that Granny Spanking Paris will sell even more copies than 1 Night in Paris.
See Paris Hilton really, really sucking at MrSkin.com.
